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We went to the petrified forest together and were sorely disappointed by the lack of actual trees!

The first time we ever really hung out hung out. We clicked almost audibly, the conversation flowed very fluidly, as did the liquor that followed at Flowers… as did Devin’s vomit later that night in the IHOP men’s room.

Because,
she’s amazing, and
she loves me, and
that makes me happy, and
that makes my life good, and
she’s crazy beautiful, and
super cute (without even trying), and
she’s wicked smart, and
she also thinks, and
her writing is a gift, it’s
vibrant and expressive (not like mine), as if
she gifts words with little bits of life, and
she wants to travel around the world, and
she cooks for me, so I don’t have to eat things from boxes, and
she takes care of me, and
she likes to make me happy, and
she is amused by my jokes, and
doesn’t mind my puns, and
likes me even though I’m silly, and
she likes: books, coffee, the color blue, Massive Attack, warmth, sometimes just being quiet, and
so many things, I can’t even begin to say how much
I love her.

Last time I saw him he was sick. With love for my boyfriend. Or it may have been the whiskey.

And he hates my story writing.

And he’s Canadian.

Dunno. There’s something fishy about this guy.

Don’t those cigars get too moist for insertion?

He rocks. And talks in puns. And has nice buns.